“It’s perfect,” Farzan breathed.
“You gonna get off too? I need you to feel good with me.”
“Okay.” Farzan pushed his covers down.
He hadn’t had phone sex in… god, he couldn’t actually remember the last time. He dug in his bedside table for some lube; he’d grown to full attention as David switched back to the dick view.
“I wish this was you touching me,” David said, low and sandy. “Your hand wrapped around me.”
“Me too,” Farzan breathed, imagining David was whispering into his ear, his breath stirring the fine hairs along Farzan’s neck, his voice rumbling, resonating, making Farzan shiver.
Farzan’s cock was warm, his balls too; he’d turned on his heated mattress pad to fight off the chill in his apartment. He lubed himself up, imagined it was David’s hand on him. Imagined it was David’s dickin his hand, hot and hard, midnight velvet. David’s hands were always warm and smooth, except for this one little callus on his thumb, where he pressed against his wine key to cut the foil off a bottle.
God, he wished David was in his bed right now. He stroked faster, keeping time with David.
“Let me see you,” David said, a soft plea.
Farzan loved when David growled, loved when he talked dirty, but he loved the pleading just as much. He switched his own camera around. “Uh. Is the lighting okay?”
Farzan could see himself just fine, but the only light in the room was the glow from his phone screen.
“Depends. Is your dick a boundless void?”
“Okay, okay.” Farzan clicked on the bedside lamp.
“There it is,” David said. “I want to taste it. Want to feel it in me.”
“It’s yours,” Farzan muttered. “All yours.”
“Yeah it is.” But then David’s hand stopped, and he went still.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” David said after a moment. “I think it’s Rhett. Taking Titus out for a walk.”
“Titus?”
“The world’s ugliest dog.”
Farzan huffed. “Really?”
“You haven’t seen him. He’s a little monster.” David sighed. “At least he didn’t try my door. It doesn’t lock.”
“Bet that’s more of a show than he wants.”
“We already gave him one. Remember?”
Farzan blushed; his cock was going soft. “How could I forget? At least he didn’t see me when I was inside you.”
David’s cock flexed on the screen.
“Nuh-uh. He doesn’t get to see you. You’re all mine,” David growled, and suddenly Farzan was achingly hard again. David’s voice rippled through him, attenuated as it was by the phone’s speakers; Farzan shivered, even though he was warm.
“Your beautiful face and your sexy body and your perfect cock.”
“It’s only for you,” Farzan agreed. He gripped himself harder, imagining David’s hand on him, David’s lips against his neck, David’s weight on top of him.
God, he missed David. This wasn’t enough. He needed David back. He needed David with him.
